Tuesday, October 27, 2009

"Here I amOne more day of notLoving Him the way He asksIn fact my heart is singing praises to the thingsthat make me feel alright

So I’m sinking fast like a stone heart shouldAnd on the way downI’ve done what I couldTo try and try to turn this stone to flesh

I’m haunted by my GodWho has the right to ask meWhat by the nature of my rebellionI cannot give.

So I beg for you to moveI beg for you to moveI beg for you to break through

So here I amGot my deeds for the dayAll my cute little words aboutHow I am savedAm I saved?

Could I love you with my mouth like a church kid shouldAt the end of the dayMy words get burned as woodOh, but I was good.

I’m haunted by my GodWho has the right to ask meWhat by the nature of my rebellionI cannot give.

These songs are noiseIn your earsA clanging drumYou want my love"

-Shane & shane

I am begging for more than just the surface, more than just the right answers. I am begging for you to move in my life in ways I could never imagine, to break through the walls of my stubborn heart into the center of my busy and messy soul.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

I begin to wonder if this will ever stop.The slamming of doors and shouting of voices.My hands are shaky and my heart is racing.But I can't rescue her.Only You can. So please. I am begging you.I won't sleep tonight.Not until this stops.Hold me please.